Yang Dao is an orphan. He does not speak much. He is so introverted that if not for his grades no one would have even known about him. One day it all changed. A red helicopter landed in front of him and a black-haired beauty walked up to him. She spoke in a joyful and emotional voice, "Young Master, this servant finally found you." ... Follow Yang Dao, a boy blessed by the heavens. A guy who was given four familiar spirits by the heavens. DISCLAIMER: THE COVER IMAGE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.
Yang Dao walked through the corridor under a lot of surprised and confused gazes. These were mostly students of the university and due to the posts on the university forum yesterday they all knew who Yang Dao is. Also, due to the rules formed by the Rich Club High Table last night. One of the rules was to never mess with Yang Dao, they were courteous enough to include a picture of him to avoid any possibilities of conflict.
This rule was not actually included in the list but when Mikhail and the several High Table members receive a phone call from their fathers and elders had to include this rule as well. They asked for the reason and were shocked. Feng Yun personally called all their elders and said three sentences, "It is time you clean up yourself or I will. Yang Dao is my brother if he even sneezes because of your perfume. I will make you pay with everything you have" after this, she hung up and sent them some digital documents. These documents were enough to uproot their whole family and send them behind the bars.
Yes, not just a person but the whole family would be destroyed, this was the amount of evidence she had against them. So they immediately decided to avoid the plague called, Yang Dao. They were all capitalists. They did something they should not have and that one thing led to another and then another. Turning their tiny deeds into a big pile of crimes. Yet the gazes of the crowd were mostly pointed at Yang Dao because he was wearing a pair of sports attire. They had a university emblem imprinted on it.
Some people who were cycling fans knew that what it was and they clicked pictures in secret and posted them on the forum.
[All hail the New Mountain King.]
Yang Dao walked to the class and saw the professor hasn't arrived yet. He got in and sat down on his seat. He opened his bag and took out a composite notebook and a pen. He passed them to Kiya who sat beside him. He spoke, "Thanks for yesterday, class rep."
Kiya lifted her head and said, "You don't have to give it back to me, you know?"
Yang Dao shook his head and said, "I know, but I want to give it back to you. Otherwise, this slightest of debt will make me restrained in interacting with you."
Kiya shook her head and said, "I will only take it back when you call me Kiya and not Class rep. Also, do share your notes with me Topper-san."
Yang Dao nodded and said, "Notes are easy, Kiya. Now, please take these back."
Kiya smiled faintly and took back the notebook and pen. The Professor entered the room and the students stood up. They all spoke in unison, "Good morning, professor Newt."
Professor Newt replied, "Good Morning guys, sit down. Let's start with attendance and then we will carry on where we left yesterday."
The attendance started and when the professor called Yang Dao's name the latter replied with a present sir. The professor paused and spoke, "Congratulations on becoming the mountain king of the first year."
Yang Dao was surprised and replied, "Thank you, sir."
One of the students could not help but ask, "Sir, what is this mountain king? Even the forum is discussing it."
Professor Newt spoke, "The mountain king is a title given to the person who climbs the mountain in a cycling race faster than anyone else and is the first one to reach the highest road point."
The same student asked, "Then does it mean, Classmate Yang, climbed the mountain using a bike and was the first to reach the summit?"
The professor nodded and kept on with the attendance without caring about the murmurs in the class. He spoke, "Icarus."
Then a voice sounded from outside the class, "Present Sir."
Everyone looked at the source of the voice and saw a white-haired boy panting in a sports attire similar to Yang Dao just the color was red. The Professor spoke, "Mr. Icarus Vlad, next time you better be on time or I will not let you in."
Icarus nodded as he tried to catch some breath. He walked in feebly and sat down on Kiya's right. Now, Kiya was sitting between Yang Dao and Icarus. The professor spoke, "Also, congratulations on winning the orientation race this year."
Icarus nodded and said, "Thank you sir." but his chattery personality did not allow him to stop and he spoke, "Sir, do you know Yang Dao defeated me in the mountain zone?"
The professor nodded as he fished out some papers out of his bag. Icarus continued, "We climbed 30 kilometers of Ruby Mountain in just thirty minutes sir. This guy did not let me get past him till the summit for even a second, and that too when it is his first race." his statement shocked the class. The professor was no different than the rest. Yet he regained his composure and said, "Now let's continue with the class."
Then the professor started the lecture and Yang Dao started to take notes with a focused mind. The professor finished the first part and Yang Dao raised his hand. The professor asked with a faint smile, "What is it student Yang?"
Yang Dao spoke, "Sir, My calculation diverts from yours. Did I do something wrong?" his voice was calm. The professor was surprised to see the topper coming over and admit a mistake. He spoke, "Show me."
Yang Dao walked up to the podium and passed on his notebook, he stood below trying to figure out what he did wrong as the professor analyzed his work. After a minute the professor gasped. He spoke, "Student Yang. How did you derive this value of the wavelength?"
Yang dao spoke, "I followed your example sire but just nearing the end the equation seemed unbalanced, and to balance it out I introduced a constant as you did in the previous class. Thus, the result. Is what I did wrong, sir?"
The profess shook his head and started laughing, he spoke, "No, It is better than the standard procedure. Your value is correct. You did well. What I followed is a standard procedure, and the values obtained are also standard. To be applied in general but your derivation is precise and a notch above me."
The whole class was immersed in solving the equation but only now did they all hear what the professor spoke. The professor continued, "How about you join our freshmen physics group and participate in the upcoming Inter-University competition? I promise it will be worth your while."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Have some idea about my story? Comment it and let me know.
Like it ? Add to library!